A decision (1)

"Daryl, clear the area around us, and Victor, make sure our companion doesn't move from their spot. We need to clear the area above, so if anyone else is injured besides Gild and can't move, speak up."

Airon wiped the blood off his forehead and proceeded to tend to a higher area. With George's help, they quickly treated everyone's wounds, and for now, they considered calling for aerial assistance to get away from this place.

Walking towards a less exposed window, Daryl, who stood by his side, said, "This should be the place where that Red Army lunatic belongs. Their base might be here..."

"I'll have to investigate if that's the case. We can't let these people roam free without knowing their character and what they're doing here." Airon had made up his mind...

...

A few hours later, Airon had found the enemy base while Daryl remained not too far away in the forest.

"What is happening with this group?"

Crouching on the rooftop of a building, Airon looked at the figures through binoculars, observing the striking scarlet and black combat uniforms they wore, searching his memory to see if he had seen them anywhere before.

After the collapse on Judgment Day and the breakdown of order, the quarantine area, which was mostly protected by the military, was divided into different areas. These included areas occupied by the Fireflies or the Alexandria community, one of the major quarantine areas where the military had ensured the delivery of important supplies. These small isolated areas were created in different parts of the country.

However, these areas were now known as separate communities, and each one acted differently.

Naturally, the soldiers' uniforms in each quarantine area had changed over time, but the combat uniforms of soldiers in the quarantine area were mainly black. This color was highly resistant to dirt. Even groups in some quarantine areas couldn't escape wearing black clothing because it was recognizable and easy to conceal.

But the group of soldiers in scarlet and black combat uniforms in front of him surprised Airon a bit. After thinking for a while, he found no relevant information, and this place didn't exist in the original history or records.

"However, why are these people searching for those two children and eliminating survivors as if they were walkers?"

Now that the other party had appeared, Airon was convinced that the group that attacked Glenn's group was targeting the two children they had found on the road.

While waiting for his reasoning in his mind, the people with blood-stained faces gradually entered Airon's range of perception through the binoculars.

This realization immediately heightened Airon's spirits because he noticed, in addition to the five soldiers coming from the street, two other human activities in the dense buildings to the right of the sign.

One of them was quickly ascending a tall building, seeking a commanding height. It was highly likely that this person was a sniper, while the other was moving at high speed, running towards him. It was evident that this person already knew the target's position.

At this moment, Airon didn't know he had been exposed, but what he couldn't understand was how the other party could find his position in such a hidden place.

If he didn't have the ability to assess distances with his binoculars, he would be taken by surprise both from a distance and up close.

"Interesting..."

"Zz... Daryl, they've found me. It seems like they have eyes everywhere."

"Zz... Be careful, I'm heading towards you."

Airon squinted his eyes slightly and looked towards the house where the sniper had climbed, analyzing that most of their position was exposed to the opponent's view.

Seeing this, he slowly retreated and adjusted his position until his body was blocked by a building of the same height in the distance, then he stopped slowly.

...

At the same time, not far away,

Soldiers wearing red and black uniforms ran wildly through the alleys. Even with backpacks and heavy firearms on their bodies, they continued walking, and some ran without getting tired. They eliminated any stray walkers they encountered along the way.

At this moment, a white man with numerous scars on his face fixed his gaze on the nearby store, and his hurried steps gradually calmed down.

Although the speed has been greatly reduced, the movement is also quieter.

"Number five... are you here?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the intercom beneath his shoulder. He lowered his head and looked at it. He slowed down and replied, "I am already beneath the target that is watching us."

"Well, No. 4's line of sight is blocked, and only a few shadows can be seen. Go and see if it's the target we're looking for, and if not, either eliminate it directly or alert the believers."

"Understood!"

Upon hearing this, No. 5 simply responded lightly, looked up at the top of the tent, slowly removed the backpack from his body, and placed the rifle inside the backpack.

After casually flexing his muscles, he raised his hand, grabbed the window frame outside the tent, and silently climbed up.

On the edge of the roof, he slowly raised his head and looked upwards. The roof should serve as a resting place. Down below, one of the tall figures with a scar in the shape of a number 5 on his forehead stood still, holding a telescope in his hands.

Upon seeing this, No. 5 lowered his arms, grabbed the edge with one hand, and with the other hand communicated through the walkie-talkie, "Number one, it's not the target. I will carry out the execution."

"I knew it..."

Number 1 on the other end of the radio frowned slightly upon hearing the words, secretly wondering how there could be so many people in such a small town for no reason, but he didn't care and said a random word, then continued moving in another direction.

It's just a survivor, and he doesn't need to pay too much attention to him. His brothers from numbers 5 to 4 could handle his problems without him paying attention.

After receiving a response, No. 5 didn't hesitate to move forward and looked towards the location. Seeing that the other party was still there, he quietly climbed onto the roof without making much noise.

Landing on the ground and lowering his figure, he stared at the target in front of him, slightly leaned forward, and silently walked towards him.

No. 5 encounters this kind of operation all the time, not to mention what he has endured to get to where he is, but only in this operation to hunt down these fugitives, countless survivors were killed and eliminated by him along the way. If it weren't for the fact that the target was probably close by and afraid of making too much noise and scaring them away again, he would have killed that person on the roof with a shot without having to climb up to him.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides has been reduced enough. No. 5's body suddenly moved forward, and he slowly drew a knife, extending his hand and being just a few seconds away from slitting the target's throat.

But as his body moved forward, he saw the figure that was still standing there with his back suddenly move at this moment, turning his body with a gun in his hand.

"What!"

No. 5's eyes filled with surprise, and his pupils contracted slightly. In a split second, he realized that something was wrong, but at the same time, he knew something and prepared to throw his knife.

Bang!

But no matter how quick his reaction was, it was still a step too slow. With a shot, a bullet had already struck him in the chest.

This time, it was as if a huge rock had forcefully struck his chest, and the dagger tightly held in his right hand also flew out.

But no matter how painful it was, No. 5 still endured the severe pain, but with a different trajectory, he aimed his knife towards the weapon in his enemy's hand.

Boom!

Airon stood there and looked at the man lying on the ground not far away, then looked at the gun that had fallen in the distance, slightly surprised by the man's reaction speed.

Because the fact that his shot hit the opponent's chest without blood can be seen, this person must be wearing a bulletproof vest, I can't think of anything else.

Airon stared at the approaching person and tentatively asked, "You... where do you come from?"

But No. 5 didn't respond and struggled to stand up the moment he fell to the ground.

If he were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be a joke that even with a vest, if a bullet hit him, he wouldn't be able to get up from the ground, but No. 5 is different.